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Arthur and Eames

Arthur and Eames have been partners for longer than they've been with the organization. Both started out as criminals in two different fields, but the word of dream sharing brought them together. Arthur, a brilliant tactician, and Eames, a forger in every sense and meaning of the word, started out almost adversarial. One crisp and sharp with a military precision and the other messy and wild and dangerous in other ways they found it interesting to work with one another, to say the least.

In the end though they learned that friction between them was all about attraction and once they opened up to one another, the world for them changed.

Now they've walked away from dream share to work for an organization that keeps America safe, protects its people, and lets them do what they do best. Subvert criminals by twisting the law.

Everyone knows they're not just partners in the work sense but in every sense. In love. Devoted to one another. Able to read the other without a word, Barely with even a look. They're not as tightly wound as some in the Ravens, and certainly cause a lot of trouble in different ways, but they're good at what they do... and they're feared by those that know the truth of who and what they are.

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“Sounds like the best plan to me,” Arthur murmurs and returns the kiss with a low sound. He loved having Eames’ hands on him - touching and playing.

“You’ll have all of me very soon. Shouldn’t take too much longer. Then we’ll head back,” he says, trailing his hand down Eames’ chest.

And as if he could sense it Arthur was right, and their tailor came back in. Eames backed up, smirking at his partner as he dropped back into his chair and draped himself there.

Looking for all the world casual and relaxed... even as hard and needy as he was in that moment and Arthur knew that.

Arthur looks the other man over with an inner groan. He wanted to taste Eames and feel his body pressed against his own.

He breathes and lets the tailor finish with his measurements.

"Vous recevrez les costumes et la nouvelle veste au même endroit, n'est-ce pas," he asks the tailor, his focus remaining on his partner as he soaks him in.

"Oui, bien sûr, monsieur," the tailor says and within ten-twenty minutes, finishes up and looks at Eames.

"Vous voudrez que le costume rouge soit fait pour lui, n'est-ce pas," he asks, walking over to the swatches to find the one Eames had picked out before their break.

As they talk, Arthur starts to redress.

Eames can't help but grin as he gives the man a nod.

"Yes, please. Spare no expense, hmmm? I want it over the top and beautiful and something he'd love at the same time."

Because it's so his style in Arthur's means and he loves that so much. He wants to see Arthur in this sleek, brilliant red suit.

"Parfait," he says, having just the style in mind that would make Arthur look even better than the suits they normally fit him for, notes down the swatch and gives both men a nod. "Nous vous contacterons, messieurs. Attendez-les dans une semaine à deux semaines."

And with that, the tailor left the room.

Arthur chuckles, finishes dressing, and steps down from the raised platform. He makes his way over to Eames after picking up his coat and is tempted to make himself comfortable on his partner's lap but they need to go.

"Ready, Mr. Eames?"

Eames smiles, glad for the suit that is going to be made. "I suppose I'm going to have to let you dress me too when we hit up mine," he says, standing up and reaching for Arthur's hand and pulling him in close. He kisses him tenderly.

"Of course. Lead on, Darling."

Because in everything he would follow that man anywhere.

Arthur chuckles and moves closer to Eames, returning his tender kiss with a soft exhale. "You did promise," he teases, cupping his jaw before biting playfully at his bottom lip.

"Want to pick up lunch or head back?" They had an off-the-grid flat from before they went 'legit', under as deep of an alias as they could produce between them. Occasionally, they'd meet up with an old friend or two of theirs but he hadn't made a call yet.

They had time and he wanted to spend a few solid days with just Eames and not entirely working their legit jobs. Eames could paint. Arthur could take a freelance gig but mostly he wanted to spend as much time as he could with Eames naked and alone.

Eames can't help but grin at Arthur. "Just remember that I was kind enough not to pick out something paisley or neon. Red is a good color for you," he points out, as if he's worried about the stark black suit he was going to end up in.

They're heading out, turning down the lane and he just happens to glance down the alley beside the tailors. He blinks, staring down the alley and then tugging Arthur just past the mouth of the alley and tugging him in close to him.

It might look romantic but he's leaning in to whisper to his partner.

"You keep track of everyone. Where are Ex and Meridian right now? Did we get notified they'd be in Paris?" This is their home base. Why would they be there? Could they be there?

"You were very kind to my sensible wardrobe," Arthur agrees with a chuckle, shooting him an amused look. He would never dare to put Eames and a traditional black suit, though he looked damn good one in.

He looked damn good in anything though.

"Last I heard they were in Istanbul just a couple of days ago," he says quietly and glances down the alley before looking at Eames. "I didn't get a ping that they were in Paris. Last I knew, they're both still off active for at least another few weeks."

But if Ex and Meridian were in the city, that could change things rapidly, right? Paris was what Arthur truly considered their home base. To their government and their technical 'safe house' Mombasa was it. But Paris was where they went when they needed to get off the grid and disappear for a little bit. Well, disappear in the way they can within the city.

"I want you to look amazing," he admits. "I just want to see you in color," he adds, still thinking about the rest. He sighs.

"I swear I just saw Ex down that alley with some large bastard in a singlet. Never seen Meridian like that but had to be him, right?"

He makes a face. "I guess there's no other place that bastard gets his suits, right?"

"What, I don't always look amazing," he teases him. "Looking forward to seeing how the red looks though."

Arthur blinks. "If there's one of them then that's the other or the other isn't too far away. From what I know and understand, they're rarely without one another close by. So yeah, that's probably Meridian."

His mouth curls up when Eames makes a face. "It is the best place to get a bespoke suit. I admire his taste."

"Don't even play that game with me," he snorts, rolling his eyes. "You are literally a Greek statue mixed with Roman coins. You're stunning all the time."

And he utterly and wholly believed that.

He rolls his eyes. "I know this isn't our home base, but doesn't that bother you? I mean, they're just what? On vacation?"

"I'm pretty sure the only Greek statue I see is you," he says, looking at Eames with a look. Eames has long since been the most attractive man he's seen.

He snorts. "Are they not allowed a vacation," he asks with a smirk. "Rumor is that Ex took a bad injury and was given twelve weeks. It's been... 7-8 weeks now? Yeah, I'd say they're doing a few things before going back on active. Like we do. Though, Paris isn't usually on their hit list."

"Then look in a mirror more," he says with a snort and a roll of his eyes.

"No, no they're not. Meridian is literally an inhuman apparition made from anger and spite," he says, trying hard not to grin. "Apparitions don't need a vacation."

Though he can't help but snort and level Arthur a look. "Really? You think he materializes those suits out of smoke and mirrors. He comes here regularly. We just don't ever see them. See? Apparition."

"I love that you think so," Arthur says with a grin. "Even if I'm more twink-like than a buff Adonis..." he pauses and frowns, "and not that Adonis either."

He snorts. "Everyone can use a vacation even apparitions and men like us who work a little too much. Or perhaps that's just me."

"Well obviously now I know but it's hardly ever pinged here... which is interesting in of itself. I'll have to look into that. Later." Though, he'd also heard the rumors about them and knew they could hide their tracks just about better than anyone.

"No one that has ever known you for more than five minutes wouldn't call you a twink. You would murder them in a breath, after all."

And he isn't at all bothered by that either. He loves that part about him as much as anything else.

"I turn everything into a vacation, as you well know." He played as hard as he worked, after all.

"Makes you wonder how often we crossed paths with them without noticing, huh?" He pauses before adding. "Guess its a good thing they didn't walk in when we were alone, hmmm?"

Arthur snorts and sends him an amused look. "I would," he agrees, glad that his partner was more than okay with that part of him and loved him for it.

"You do," he says, his tone fond. It was helpful to have someone like Eames who reminded him to play and enjoy his downtime with how hard he worked. There was a balanced that they've worked hard to master in all the years they've been together.

He hums. "It really does," he agrees and catches himself grinning. "As if it would have mattered if they walked in while we were alone." He leans in and playfully bites at his bottom lip.

"Come on, let's get home so I can return the favor, hm?"

"And I would stand by and watch proudly," he admits, sounding smug even. He's so proud of the amazing and dangerous man that Arthur is. More than that, he's proud because Arthur is his.

"You need the reminders, Love. Now, come on," he says, catching Arthur's hand and drawing him in close. "Let's get home and show me how grateful you are."

Heading for the door, just glad to have Arthur at his side as always. Even if Paris is bittersweet sometimes these days.

"We should stop at La Goutte d'Or Patisserie for those little madelines that Mal loved so much."

"Among one of my favorite things about you," Arthur says, his tone amused. He's not sure what it says about him that he loves the fact that they're two powerful and deadly men who are committed to one another.

His mouth curls up and laces their fingers together. "I seem to remember someone mentioning being naked for twenty four hours," he teases, letting Eames lead them out.

"We should," he says, glancing at Eames. "It's only right that we should have a little piece of her here." She was a big reason for how far the two of them went in dream share.

"We have a week now. So you naked for twenty four hours seems next to nothing," he points out, but he loves it. They have time, and they're together and in Paris. What else could he want?

"She's why I have you," he says, pulling Arthur in close with that hold on his hand, leaning into the man he loves so deeply. "So I will always do what I can to honor her. By loving you."

It's the one thing he will do for the rest of his life.

"I'm open to further negotiations," he says with a little smirk. They have the time to spare. They were given three weeks before they were put back on active - a decent break after the hellacious job they were given. They still had the personal time in the Louve they needed to pull off.

Arthur leans into Eames with a soft exhale. "She's why I have you," he admits, letting his hand go so he can wrap his arm around Eames' waist. There had been no one else in his life who was as important as Eames had become to him.

"Let's get back to the room and get naked and see where things go," he says with a soft murmur, sliding his arm around his partner and draws him in close. He just thinks about Paris and how they met, and how they got to this place where they are.

He smiles as he holds Arthur close. "And you'll have me for as long as you'll have me, Arthur. Forever."

Because there's nothing that could tear him away from the man he loves.

"Sounds like a plan to me," he finds himself leaning into Eames. "Good because I plan on keeping you around forever."

And he keeps the people and things that are his. Including Eames. And was well aware that he was equally Eames' which was his favorite part.

Arthur calls them a car to take them to the patisserie and then their home. When they arrive at their place forty minutes later, he can feel the stress ease from his shoulders. Being here, in a place that was theirs always made him feel more relaxed. It was just them and no one else. No having to put on masks and be someone else.

"How close to finishing that piece are you? I was thinking next week I can cash in that favor for the Louve to make the exchange."

It's easy to pretend life is normal for a moment when they're in Paris. At least as normal as their life has ever been. But this is kind of where it all started for them, how they came to be, and so it feels right to be there.

Eames considers that and then nods. "I can definitely work with that. If I finished it up sometime tonight, I can treat it so that it shows on cursory exams that it's of the right period. I love making paints for ones this old. All the things I have to add and avoid."

Sometimes, it was still unusual being in Paris, not visiting with Mal and Cobb, and not coming off of a dream share job. But Paris was who they were and he felt at home in Paris as much as he felt at "home" anywhere.

"We do have a little more time so if you need another few days, that works just as well," he says, turning to look at Eames after locking the doors. He walks up to him and pushes his jacket off his shoulders.

"I think I owe someone some gratitude," he teases, trailing his fingers over Eames' shirt.

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